Page 5 of Blade

Years, fucking years, I have tried to get Skylar to talk to me. She’s my sister, my fucking little sister, six years my junior, and wants nothing to do with me, and now, thanks to Mama’s outburst all because she saw her, Skylar will most likely boycott me even more and don’t get me started on Dad.

This will send him over the edge with Mama.

I sigh. I was fifteen when I first saw her. I was at the club's diner when her mother brought her in, unaware of our presence. She had her hair in cute little pigtails and was my fucking twin.

“Dad?” I question, and my dad, who is laughing at Eagle, who has just had a milkshake thrown over his head after a one-night stand, who he decided to ditch without a word, walks out in a huff.

I can’t laugh or make fun of him because my eyes are locked on the people at the counter.

“Yeah, son?” he asks with a chuckle, and I clear my throat, nodding to the dark oak counter, and confirm, “Is it just me, or is that little girl the spitting image of me?”

Dad's head whips towards the counter so fast that I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t give himself whiplash towards a woman and a cute little girl. She can’t be older than nine, and she looks just like me.

“Fuck, I thought you said Melissa had an abortion,” Glock gasps in shock and I frown.

I ask, “Wait, the woman you screwed for revenge?”

Should I know about Dad screwing a whore to hurt Mama? No, but this is club life.

Dad’s face pales as the little girl looks our way, and I suck in a breath at her innocence. She frowns as our eyes lock and tilts her head.

“Skylar, move it now!” Melissa snaps as she grabs her to-go coffee cup and drags my look-a-like out of the diner.

Dad quickly stands, banging into the table causing cups to spill but he ignores the mess and rushes after the woman and little girl while my mouth hangs open in shock.

Sister, I have a sister…

“Fuck, your mother is not only going to lose it but will most likely try to leave your dad over this. She may have cheated first but she never had a child with the fucker,” Eagle mutters, and I wince.

Fuck indeed.

“Your mother has not only just fucked with a two-decade fucking peace treaty but has also ensured whatever progress you could get out of Skylar is now out of the question. Apparently she saw everything and before she could move on and mind her own business, one of the clubwhores heard your mother threaten to kill her if she looked at any Dark Angel brother again,” Psycho growls and my breathing picks up.

Melissa refused Dad any contact with Skylar when he went after them. No judge would allow him access after he tried to take things further through the courts because of how long it had been. This happened, all while threatening Mama if she tried to leave him. She did leave a few times because he was adamant to get to know his daughter which come to think of it, is when she started shit within the club.

Over the years, we’ve tried to make contact despite Melissa’s disapproval and over the years, Mama distanced herself from Dad and me while Skylar hasn’t wanted anything to do with us. It’s obvious she thinks we didn’t want her. It also doesn’t help that over the years, Mama has made her feelings clear regarding an illegitimate child which I get, I do, but now she’s just made things fucking harder which pisses me off.

She caused this. Skylar’s birth is on her for opening her legs just to try and get under my father’s skin, or so Dad accused, wanting more control. I'm not stupid, Dad shouldn't have retaliated like he did, but Skylar is here now, and the past can't be changed.

I sniff hard. I have tried my fucking hardest to get Skylar to talk to me, and it doesn’t matter how many times I have tried to corner her, she walks away without a word.

“Have you told Dad?” I ask, and he scoffs.

“It was more like I snapped at Anna in front of the entire club. He lost it and decided she could stay at the house, and he’d stay at the club for the time being, she didn't contest it. If anything, she looked happy,” he sighs, and I slowly close my eyes.

“She needs reigning in Blade and fucking fast. Skylar doesn’t deserve to be treated like shit because she was born. You know she only has her mother, and we both know, fuck, the whole club knows Melissa has most likely told her all about your dad throwing money at her to have an abortion. She needs to be here, where she belongs, and with her mother out of her ear,” he says, and I nod, knowing he is right.

Melissa is conniving. At first, I thought she didn’t tell Dad about Skylar because he told her to get rid of her, but it turns out I was wrong. Her boyfriend at the time apparently convinced her to keep Skylar, or that is what Melissa gloated about when Dad confronted her.

The money Dad gave her for a termination was used on something else, something Dad still has no idea what, and has enjoyed the money from the state, or well, she did.

Now Skylar works her ass off to pay some of her mother’s bills while Melissa strips back at Devil’s Angels girls, something Dad ensured just so his daughter got a better life than she most likely had.

He gave her more money a month than the other women got, hoping that one day Melissa would convince Skylar to see him and the club. But every month, even now, Skylar has refused contact.

I can still remember the look she had when she found out she had a brother and a father.

Fucking heartbreak.

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